There is always that boy. Every girl has that boy, the one who is her kryptonite, the one who always gets the second chance. He didn’t deserve it, but he looked into your eyes at a bar and you drunkenly felt like he was looking into your soul. Maybe it was your first day of class, and you spotted him, and he asked to be in a study group because deep down you know he knows you are going to be more prepared and keep him up-to-date in this class, he's going to use you and your peppy spirit in every realm of you life.
Regardless of the circumstances, you really feel this time things are different. You have rationalized this to yourself, you're ready to take this step, and now comes the hard part -- telling your gals. These ladies have seen everything. They know the story backwards, forwards, edited on Instagram. They know. This is usually how it usually unfolds.
You explain the story in some twisted, altered, exaggerated form.
“No, you guys, like he really cares. It’s different this time. He seriously told me that he misses me and that he messed up! He still likes me guys!”
You're bracing yourself for the worst.
You assume everyone will act like...
Or
And some will, but since they don't want to completely crush you, you have a few friends who will try to see this positively
Or
You're always going to have that one friend though who sees through the bull, you know exactly who she is and exactly how she'll react...
But you know that if they reject you you can just hair flip them... or flip them something else.
You truly believe you made the right decision, you know that they are wrong. Then comes the moment you realize you're kinda alone in thinking this is a good idea.
But you play it off.
You and your renewed beau start doing cutesy things.
And your friends can't really hide how nauseous they feel.
But they still watch because it’s like a car wreck they can’t turn away from. Eventually, down the road -- maybe it is two days, two weeks -- maybe even two months -- he does something, like you catch him making out with someone else on a night he did not think you would be out, and you spot him.
And he realizes you saw him
Or all you guys do is fight and you remember exactly why it ended in the first place.
Maybe he doesn’t care at all.
You have had enough, you reach your breaking point and you lose it.
And just like that -- it’s over. You crawl back to your friends with your tail between your legs.
It may be awkward at first, but eventually you guys are all back together.
You digest the situation together, dissecting it piece by piece.
They let you cry in their arms, they let you eat ice cream out of the carton and drive around town with you for hours.
You turn to Pinterest and express inspirational revelations that you’ve supposedly never felt before, but you all know it is exactly what you said last time.
And just like that, you are free of him -- again. The toxic waste is gone.
Second chances happen; sometimes they work out, but most of the time it plays out in some version of this. It can be easy to go back to someone you once cared so much about, but maybe this twice before giving it the second go around!
